the time "But what if this our only opportunity to find them" I said you right, pulled into the alley and seen two people in front of them niggas' car taking out garbage
like Titanic Panic attack act up and I'm a masta Crash is a disaster, smash like Master Blaster Punka, rankle monster wants to stop ya Crush 'em 'cuz I'm vain, crush
Water down man, you ain't sweatin' You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin' Your fans are mad, your performance was garbage bag Look
body armor with bangers, we goin' all out Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin' hauled out Crush
duck like Riq Jeeves But I ain't going to war wit' ch'all And got no alcoholic beverages to pour for y'all I'm gonna let these cats get there garbage off While I crush
snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those Like Kid Capri helpin' to unify both coasts Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes Since snoop, slick rick crushed
front lawn were making jokes about the white swan Some nights we just need to get touched and rub up against something plush Some nights it's just a crush
Check the flow) When niggaz try to get high-tech (Check the flow) The dialect's on the flex Smash, here comes the one that talks trash To garbage MC'
kingdom smothered An information river Multimedia deceit Coming down my street I don't wanna be your trash can I'm not a garbage truck With endless space
the funkadelic relic (Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) James Todd Smith when nine years old When 'Sugarhill' was in control I'm listenin' to cold-crushed
of respect fool, for the ones before me But when my time came they act like they ain't know me I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle
my hair out if I sell out, bury me on my stomach Without no drawers on at all if I don't go off Or either lethal injection or straight electricity Let the garbage
[maestro fresh wes] My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee My cometition are wishing that killing me For my similies and solioquies They garbage, but
like Rob Zombie, my thoughts are morbid, like I slept in his house of a thousand corpses. Put on a page, could shatter a giant's ribcage, crush you and
Kid: Hey, who left all this garbage on the steps of Congress? Amendment: I'm not garbage. (starts singing) I'm an amendment-to-be, yes an amendment
my line and just knowledge me Eats the baby food with no bib And ad-lib from the reverand rib's crib The lesson is, yeah, someday true and fix Yeah, all garbage
get booed 'cuz your stage show needs improvement So if you wanna see A+ the artist You gotta western union your key grand deposit Cats out there steady kickin' garbage
just to impress some bitch You know I see through you and hate what I witnessed My hitlist just added a name and my wish is To crush an axe through your
